Edward Scissorhands costume for an infant. Not that dangerous.

Our choices were limited when it came to Emerson’s Halloween costume. (His first!) That he’s not quite three months old was another restriction. Nevermind that we waited until just a couple of weeks ago to really shift into gear.

I was determined to do something memorable. For him. For us. For photos, of course.

I’m no seamstress, and I don’t even consider myself particularly crafty. I was inspired, however, by the creativity of my sister-in-law, who has turned out some amazingly creative costumes for my nephews. (Clark Kent/Superman! Axl Rose and Slash! Johnny Cash and Elvis Presley! Rocky and Rambo!)

Scott and I went to work Sunday night, a dry run of sorts. Winter gloves, carefully babyproofed jewelry, duct tape, a ridiculous wig. The hardest piece to find was a black pair of footed pajamas because BABIES CAN ONLY WEAR HAPPY COLORS.

It looks pretty good, I must say. (Right?) No scissors and nothing sharp, of course. And he lasted about five minutes before erupting into a fit. I think tonight, we’ll just go with an orange shirt and pass around the photos.